In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Chapter 209: The Hometown Meets the Hometown

The horse bandit looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him in bewilderment, and after a moment of stupefaction, he burst out laughing, each of them out of breath.

"Where did you come from with a calf's nose? You are looking for death at such a young age."

"Hahahaha, grandpa laughed so hard, he still imitates us, is the hair all grown?"

"Hey, little Taoist priest, are you rushing to reincarnate?"

In the arena, the sword-wielding girl couldn't help but sigh secretly when she saw the back of the little Taoist priest who suddenly appeared.

It's a pity, although he is a bit stupid, he is a brave guy, and he looks pretty good.

She was a little hesitant to draw her sword to help, but she was also a little scared, after all, her kung fu was not good enough, so she might not be the opponent of these burly men in front of her.

And just when she was hesitating, the little Taoist priest who appeared suddenly walked directly to the nearest horse bandit.

The horse bandit riding a tall horse saw that he was empty-handed, unarmed, and not strong, so he was unguarded, and laughed directly: "What's the matter, Xiao Niubi, want to compete with grandpa and me?"

The little Taoist didn't speak, walked up to the horse, and hugged it with both hands.

Horse Bandit:? ? ?

Everyone was a little puzzled when they saw this scene. They didn't know what the Taoist priest was doing. Just when they were puzzled, the horse bandit on the horse suddenly found himself flying.

"Wow!"

With a soft sound, the whole horse was picked up by the little Taoist priest, and then swung abruptly!

The horse screamed in fright, and the horse bandit was even more unsteady, and flew out directly, fell heavily to the ground, and fell unconscious on the spot.

And the horse was also frightened by the aura exuding from the little Taoist priest, and did not dare to struggle at all, allowing him to put himself down.

After putting down the horse, the little Taoist turned to look at the other horse bandits, showing a smirk like a little devil:

"Hand over everything on your body, clothes, pants, everything!"

The horse bandits were stunned, and even the other people in the tea shop were stunned by the little Taoist's actions.

After a short period of silence, the leader of the one-eyed horse bandit shouted impressively with a knife:

"This little Taoist is weird, kill him!"

Several horse bandits lighted up their blades one after another, screaming and rushing towards the little Taoist priest in front of them!

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In the afternoon, the scorching sun illuminated the mountains and forests around the tea shop into golden yellow.

The people around the tea shop looked at the scene in front of them with weird faces.

I saw the little Taoist priest sitting on a table, drinking a bowl of herbal tea happily.

The duck was also enjoying a drink beside him, and in front of their table, a few fierce horse bandits were lined up naked.

"Brother, brother, there are only so many things on me, underwear, can you, can you."

The little Taoist looked at the blade, clothes, and a few taels of silver he handed in, and said with contempt:

"If you are so poor, you still learn how to rob? Uncle, are you insulting our industry?"

The bandit almost cried when he heard that, so if he had money, would he still need to rob?

The little Taoist accepted the things and waved his hand impatiently: "Tie the horse to the tree for me, let's go."

"Thank you big brother, thank you big brother." The naked man nodded and bowed for a while, then ran away with his bare buttocks.

"Next." The little Taoist lazily continued to shout.

Another naked horse bandit stepped forward, also holding a saber, clothes, and broken silver in his hand.

Lin Xiaolu glanced at him, saw a big dragon tattooed on his body, surprised and said:

"Oh, it's actually really good. How many years have you been in the industry?"

The horse bandit responded tremblingly: "Back brother, it's been two years."

"You've only been in the industry for two years and you dare to tattoo a dragon over your shoulders?" Lin Xiaolu stared and said, "You deserve to be robbed by me. If I go to get a tattoo now, I would only dare to tattoo a crab."

The horse bandit was taken aback, and asked curiously, "Brother, what is so important about patterned crabs?"

"Rampant and domineering, you don't know this? You are really a bastard. You don't deserve to rob at all. Get out."

The horse bandit scratched his head and ran away in embarrassment.

"Next." The little Taoist continued to cross Erlang's legs and shouted tugging.

The girl holding the sword at the side glanced at him several times, seeing that he continued to keep the horse bandits' things, she finally couldn't hold back her curiosity, she stepped forward and clasped her fists and said: "Thank you, Daoist, for your brave actions. I will send Qian Shishi to Liangyi Sword, Dare to ask the long name taboo."

The little Taoist heard the movement, glanced at her, and then saluted with fists together:

"It's easy to say, I will convince others to help Lin Xiaolu with virtue."

Qian Shishi was taken aback for a moment, convincing others with virtue?Is this a gang name too?

She was puzzled, and the horse bandit who was robbed in line was the last one, and it was the leader of the horse bandit wearing a one-eyed eye mask.

The leader of the horse bandit handed over his belongings with an aggrieved expression on his face. Just as he was about to leave, Lin Xiaolu suddenly stopped him.

"You wear a one-eyed eye mask, are you really blind?"

The bandit leader was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I just think it's compelling."

Lin Xiaolu immediately got up when he heard the words, pulled off his blindfold, and said cursingly: "You're not blind, you wear a hair, get out!"

After finishing speaking, he put on a one-eyed eye mask for himself, then turned to ask Qian Shishi, "Is he handsome?"

The girl nodded with a strange look on her face.

As soon as the horse bandits left, Lin Xiaolu whistled and leisurely counted the broken silver.

Hehe, it's okay to add it up, there must be five or sixty taels of silver.

Gladly putting the broken silver into the bag, Lin Xiaolu went to the place where the horse was tied and picked up the horse again.

He wanted to choose a good horse for the journey, so he squatted down directly to observe the lower bodies of the horses one by one.

Qian Shishi on the side followed him and continued to ask: "Master Lin, I think you dealt with those horse bandits very easily just now, and your skills are even higher than my master, so I would like to ask Master Daoist for a favor. If not, I will thank you very much.”

Lin Xiaolu picked out a short-footed pony, then touched the horse and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

The girl clenched her fists at Lin Xiaolu, and said, "My father was originally a squire. He wanted to go to Beijing to file an imperial lawsuit because the local magistrate swindled his family property, but he was blocked by the dog official and imprisoned for wrongdoing. Xiaolu The woman wants to help her reverse the case, but the little girl is alone and weak, I don't know if Lin Daochang can do it."

"How far is your hometown from here?" Lin Xiaolu interrupted her and asked.

"It's not far, there are still two days left." The girl responded.

Lin Xiaolu was startled when he heard this.

He was only a day and a half away from the country of Song, and it would take about half a day from the country of Song to Los Angeles, where the winter melon village was located, and it would take two days in total. This girl's journey was about the same as her own.

He looked at the girl curiously, and guessed: "Your father is from Song Dynasty?"

Qian Shishi was taken aback for a moment, then thought that Lin Xiaolu calculated it based on the distance, and said yes.

"Where is Song Guo from?" Lin Xiaolu continued to ask.

"People from Los Angeles."

Lin Xiaolu: ...

He froze for a moment, and then said in surprise: "You are from Los Angeles? Then we are fellow villagers, and I am also from Los Angeles."

"Really?"

The girl was overwhelmed with joy, and couldn't help laughing: "Where is Daochang Lin from Los Angeles? Daddy and I are from Donggua Village."

Lin Xiaolu: ...

The 16-year-old boy was stunned. Did he meet a fellow villager?

and many more!

In the hot summer forest, Lin Xiaolu suddenly seemed to remember something, looked carefully at Qian Shishi's eyes, then narrowed his big eyes, trying to remember and asked:

"Your father...is he Qian Yuanwai?"

"You know my father?" The girl was even more pleasantly surprised, and said with a happy smile, "Master Daoist, my father is Qian Zhongshu."

Lin Xiaolu looked at the smiling girl in front of her, and recalled some scenes from her childhood.

One summer, an exquisite carriage passed by the village, barefoot, holding my younger sister, watching timidly on the ridge of the field.

Through the car window, he saw a serious middle-aged man sitting inside, and beside him was a little girl who was about his age.

At this moment, the little girl in that impression slowly merged with the girl in front of her, and finally merged into one.